The Gift Unwrapped

It happened like this… The dreadful memories of that fateful night on December 5, 1985, 10 minutes before we crossed into a new day, will forever remain lodged in my mind.  That last image of the speeding public bus before it slammed into the car I was riding in and flipping it over, still comes up in high resolution when I closed my eyes.  And the helpless feeling that washed over me as the front tyre of the behemoth pinned us down, using the car as an impromptu ski, as it crashed through two bus lengths of railings before the stunned driver hit his brakes. In a blink, its massive weight folded the front seat over the young passenger like two halves of a hamburger. That would have been my seat had he not motioned me to take the rear before that fateful journey. The impact of that watershed event altered my perspective of life.  Forever.   What fitting gift can I offer to JESUS for saving me?  This lingering thought swam in circles in my mind. Speaking in P...